Screaming...All I could hear was screaming...
Blood...All I saw was blood...
When I opened my eyes, I realized I was back in my old room at Tsume-Sensei's house. The darkness told me it was still night.
I struggled to breathe, still shaken by the nightmare. You would think that after having nightmares for almost 2 years, I'd be used to it, but I wasn't.
Once I could move my body, I got up and...grabbed my old friend, my knife...and a new one, a small vile of sake.
No tears slipped down my cheeks as I sipped the dilicious alcohol. The small amount in my possession wasn't enough to get me drunk, but it did help me sleep at night.
I slipped my pajama bottoms down and went about painting pretty little lines on my thighs.
Even Anbu training hadn't broken me of my way of 'coping'.
Just then, my door burst open.
On instinct, I threw my bloodied knife.
I then saw who had entered my room. Shit it was Kiba.
He held the knife between his hands and looked at me.
"I smelled blood." He told me blankly.
FUCK I WAS JUST IN MY UNDERWEAR AND A SHIRT.
He seemed to notice that too. His face turned a cute shade of pink, but his demeanor was serious.
"You're still doing it, aren't you?"
I nodded, not meeting his eyes.
A wad of bandages and ointment were thrust in front of me. I suddenly looked up at Kiba, who was staring at one of the walls.
"Clean yourself up, and put some pants on, jeez." He stated, not even looking at me.
Once I'd bandaged my wounds, Kiba walked back in the room. He then walked right up to me and grabbed my wrist.
He pushed the fabric of my shirt up till my arm from the elbow down was exposed.
"What the hell? Keep your paws to yourself!" I growled reflexively, trying to jerk my arm away.
"I'm just trying to understand!" He growled back.
"Understand what?"
"I'm trying to understand why you're doing this to yourself."
Silence enveloped us. I jerked my arm away and rolled the sleeve back down.
"It keeps the nightmares away." I nearly whispered.
Kiba stared at me curiously.
"Ever since...dad...I haven't been able to sleep...I can barely eat...c-cutting keeps the nightmares away." I admitted, hugging myself.
"And the Sake?" He asked. "That's new."
"Someone at Anbu introduced me to it. Don't worry. It's not like I'm getting drunk. It just, takes the edge off."
He sighed. "That's not the point, Tama."
"Then what is the point?" I retorted, feeling the effects of the sake.
"Instead of reaching for a kinfe or booze, you should be reaching out to people."
I bit my lip, feeling his words slap my eardrums.
"I don't need anyone." I hissed. "I just need to...to-"
"To what? Get revenge? You already got that. and you're an Anbu now."
"Just stop, please. Just let it go." I mumbled.
"No, Tama, you're the one who needs to let it go. All that pain and sadness is eating you alive. It'll kill you!" Kiba ranted.
I sat there on my bed. I couldn't bring my voice to respond to his harsh words.
He let out a breath, obviously annoyed by my silence.
Hell raged on in my mind and in my heart.
He went to leave...
"K-Kiba." I mumbled.
Surprisingly, he stopped.
I latched on to his arm, not caring.
"Please...don't...don't leave me."
A/N: I'm so sorry this chapter is so short :( I wanted to write more, but I felt that adding more would take away from the chapter. Also, I credit the soppiness of this chapter to the feels I'm suffering thanks to Fairy Tail!